Harry slipped his hand down the outer part of my thigh, until he reached my bottom. He squeezed it and then he slipped his fingers in the crevice that separated the two butt cheeks, while he cupped his other hand onto my breast.
‘You’re still a little chubbier than before,’ he smiled. ‘I like it.’
‘You’re thinner. I noticed earlier. Not much thinner, but… a bit. You aren’t eating Harry, are you?’
He smirked, still stroking me between the buttocks. ‘I haven’t had much time. It’s all a big mess, you know? There are people calling me at all hours of the day. God, I love…’
The last comment had nothing to do with the war that was waging on outside these walls, but with the fact that I had wrapped my hand around his p***s and I had begun moving it slowly up and down. He inserted his fingers
